Don't reveal the secrets of love and intoxication to the contentious one
Let him die unaware in the pain of his self-worship
Become a lover, or else one day the world’s work will end
Without reading the design of the purpose from the workshop of existence
Last night that idol spoke so sweetly in the gathering of the magi
What business do you have with the infidels if you don't worship idols?
My king, God, your curls have broken us
How long will this darkness extend its long hand?
How can one be hidden in a corner of safety
Until your narcissus tells us the secrets of intoxication
That day I had seen these troubles arise
That from your stubbornness, you would not sit with us
Your love will be handed over to the storm, Hafez
Like lightning from this struggle, you thought you had escaped